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Westerners looking over at her with interest. She tutted, then looked past those. She wasn’t legally able to drink, at seventeen. Adam had friends running this place, though, so she was always allowed in. She'd get in even if she were turned away, though. That was another one of her little tricks, too. She didn’t exactly need ID to get into anywhere. She could just walk through the wall.
    Which is exactly what she’d done when she’d disappeared from the Kenyan mall.
    That brought a bitter taste to her mouth too; now she saw those events for what they were. Her part of the agreement was that she’d destroy a door, cause a bit of furor and then go onto the lower floor of the mall, then lure Glacies into chasing her. And she’d done that. She’d done everything she was asked.
    She thought it was particularly weird when she was asked to make it then look like she’d flown upwards when really she’d flown downwards. But she trusted Adam. He’d been trustworthy as long as she’d known him. She couldn’t exactly dispute it.
    But when she saw the explosion, when she saw the, for want of a better word, chaos, she knew right then that she was messing around in something way, way out of her comfort zone.
    She was an ULTRA now, sure. But the Resistance wasn’t for her. Too many shackles. Too much order. Too undemocratic.
    Plus, her mentor—the guy she looked up to so much—hated everything the Resistance stood for.
    She looked down at her watch. Quarter past twelve. He was fifteen minutes late. That wasn’t like him. He had a way of getting under her skin in a way that nobody ever had. Chaos wondered if she was the only one. He had a way with words. A charming manner. A confidence beyond his years.
    And he had grand ideas.
    She was about to get up and leave when she saw him standing right at the back of the nightclub.
    She felt her skin crawl. He was wearing a black suit, all black, with a black shirt and tie underneath. He had dark hair tied back into a man-bun, which he pulled off way better than anyone Chaos had ever known. He was muscular, and although he had a bit of a baby face and was only eighteen, he carried himself like a man who had been around for a long time.
    Adam smiled, and Chaos felt herself melt a little inside.
    She got up from the bar and walked toward him. When she did, he turned around and left. She felt the frustration of the chase building again as she budged past the people in the nightclub. She could swear some of them were looking at her closely like they knew exactly who she was.
    She reached the back of the nightclub and stepped out of the fire door.
    He was standing outside in the uncharacteristically silent street. He was looking up at the night sky.
    Chaos walked toward him.
    “You wanted to see me?”
    He turned around, and she felt his charming allure all over again.
    Chaos couldn’t look him in the eye. If she looked him in the eye, she wouldn’t be able to tell him exactly what she had to tell him. She nodded, staring at the ground. “I—”
    “Before you start, I just want you to know how proud I am of you,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You did so well at the mall.”
    “People died.”
    Adam shook his head. “Sometimes people have to die for others to be saved.”
    “You really believe that?”
    He smiled, and that smile filled him with total warmth. “Yes, I do.”
    Chaos had never thought that way. In fact, she’d only been going by the name of Chaos since Adam asked her to. Before that, she was Annabelle.
    “Well, I don’t. I think it was wrong.”
    Adam pulled his hand away and frowned. “You agreed to do what you did.”
    “I agreed to something completely different. I didn’t agree to kill people. Just to block one of the doors then confuse Glacies. I did that. But you… you sent gunmen in there. You rigged the place with explosives.”
    Adam lifted his hands. “I didn’t do a thing, Chaos. I’m not in control of the militants in that area.